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Tender sweet and loving ,is Grandmas apron . Smelling all she is cooking up in heaven . Great poem C J . hugs and love to you and family

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Thank you, Mitch. Yes, I agree. God is probably loving her cooking and baking! That woman could cook!

hugs and much love to you and you kids.

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Substack needs more poetry like this, with rhyme and meter, even if relaxed a bit. Easy and delightful to read. Thank you.

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Frank, I thank you! I’m so happy you enjoyed it. This poem was a children’s poem written from a child’s point of view. All my children’s poetry is from a child’s point of view.

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Yes, I could sense that. That’s what makes it so appropriate.

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It’s such a beautiful remembrance and a look into the magic of grandmothers everywhere, C.J.

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Thank you for saying that, Rod. Little Amity was so broken at the loss of her grandmother and she made writing it a labor of love for me after she told me all about her gramma. When I gave her the finished poem, she hugged me and it was such a sweet moment.

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The greatest gift to this little girl! ❤️

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Thank you, Wen. She did appreciate the poem and I was thrilled.

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Beautiful, sad and gentle, all at once C.J 💜

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I’m happy you understood the poem! It is both sad and gentle.

Thank you!

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❤️

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So tender and sweet. I wear an apron when I cook. And when I do my stain glass. My youngest grandson 9 loves it when he comes over and sees me wearing it, because he knows I will end up baking cookies for us.

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Awww, that’s so sweet, Kathleen. You’re making a memory for him.

There’s just something so homey and comforting about a “Gramma” Apron. I remember my Gramma’s apron, too. She always had homemade caramels in her pockets for us. I used to love hearing her stories about growing up.

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